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Quietus List
02:15
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Forty where you’ve heard all that
Thirty loads of ambient crap
Twenty scapes of shifting mood
Ten things that are akshly good
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Fourth world music interface
Found a keyboard in the waste
Driven by a world gone wrong
Sounds like someone left the oven on
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British music, real grit
Informing us that things are shit
Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs
Cliched heavy metal riffs
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Same old faces all the time
Nice to see you, Shit And Shine
Charlie Hayward cos we’re cool
Washed-up former members of The Fall
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Fractal!
Futile!
Gyrating!
Inflected!
Flux!
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The Kentish Vermare
03:19
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thirsting for luncheon came the kentish vermare
spitting current from antennae and spittle from jowl
she tracked a mouse over the weald and the wood
but fried it too much for considering it food
forward happy friend, you may find a new feast
now see her chase magpies and tilt at the cows
but when she laid hold of a bullock in fire
she made it beyond toast with her crackling wire
not much could she eat, this carnivore foulsome
not much was there with her that she could devour
for all that she caught she would reduce to a carbon
and with no taste for ash the vermare hungered on
she found a red nutkin and made it a shadow
she dispersed the parts of a rabbiting fox
the swan she remembered to aim at the water
and twenty fish embers did float to the sky
stripped of her energy, bereft of composure
yet unable to stall her lightning’s ferocity
the vermare laid her head down to perish unfed
and the glow round her antennae reduced to a pall
then ten sacred dancers appeared right before her
and danced the sad dance that is shown to the doomed
the vermare lightly sobbed and knew it was over
and with her last breath she vaporised a brock
so take heed my child, of terrible fortune
for if you have powers akin to this beast
be sparing with current, be light with the voltage
and you won’t starve to death as you burn all your food
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Birds on the feeder
Sharing peanuts
Going in for grain
Here is the strain
Of a depleted
Sharing platter
They don’t seem to care
They don’t seem overwhelmed by the prospect
Of there being nothing there
I am one of the billions
Who is not outside on the street
Preparing to eat when they get back where
They may find all the grain
That I somehow misplaced
I am the eater
I have created
A short-term array
This is the way
I can defeat the
Consequence of my circumstance
I cannot bring to bear
I cannot seem to summon a forecast
Of what things I might find where
The remains were buried in soil
And watered and tended
And left for another’s care
Don’t expect a big harvest this year
Water your plants
The ones that you brought
Right into your home
Those ones and those ones alone
Water your plants
The ones that you put
Beside the window
Where the people outside can see them
And wish they could feed them
Or eat them
Or ask them if they ever knew
What the secret was
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She Kisses Me Windy
02:41
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She kisses me windy
She fucks up my art
She has at me with a pinecone
She sounds my alarms
She makes me run spiral
She reverses my mouth
She laments my mosquitoes
She burgles my house
She hacks through my jungle
She finds me at prayer
She makes me destroy things
She freezes my air
She fancies me barmy
She blazes my temple
She collides with my parking
She permits my ascension
She ferries my envoys
She negotiates my release
She stuccoes my vision
She bathes in my grease
She stoppers my bottle
She drinks my red blood
She combines with my seasons
She calls me m’lud
She doesn’t call me m’lud
She calls me a clump
She tosses me backwards
She sings my heart’s thump
She flexes me cosmic
She spindles my mess
She kisses me windy
She has me to excess
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Thriving From Rot
00:29
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A Work of Slop
02:42
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incredible lava
steals the pieces of me
it’s got its own fashion
its own design synergy
look better as sculpture
a deconstructed array
behold the cabinet
of magnificent entrails
they don’t want my form
they don’t want my form
they’d prefer a model
of my chemicals
the lava has won an
international prize
it’s doing a Q&A
and expressing its surprise
that erudite judges
have been so very enthralled
by what admittedly
was purely accidental
they don’t want my form
they don’t want my form
they’d prefer a model
of my chemicals
why him? i don’t discriminate
it could have been anyone
he wasn’t looking and fell
think of it like sampling really
it’s someone else’s art, sure
but they never saw it coming
when you took them apart
and made them relevant again
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the ducks are screaming at me
it is a cloudy day, on a bench beside the canal
and they are screaming
they fight, flying into land with guns upraised
clinging onto steep life by the edges of their feathers
battle of mallards
an assured moorhen trots down the path
avoiding cyclists, pecking
slashing bayonets emblazon the frothy water
the other duck is back
in beaked despair i am appointed arbiter to cute warfare
how much does it take to crush a duckie’s skull
the ducks are screaming at me
on a cloudy day, a bench beside the canal
they are screaming
flying into land with guns upraised
they cling to the surface by the edges of their feathers
a battle of mallards
an assured moorhen trots down the path
avoiding cyclists, pecking
slashing bayonets emblazon the frothy water
the other duck is back in beaked despair
i am appointed arbiter to cute warfare
how much does it take to crush a duckie’s skull
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Acoleuthic London, UK
chap who perhaps shouldn't be up to this sort of nonsense
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